I Went Down to the Crossroads

It’s not going to end… the shootings. Until we unite, they will continue. As I sit here and contemplate the events at Santa Fe High School, I understand so much of the causes of the incident, yet know nothing of the specific event.

It has been the deadliest year for public schools since the year of the Columbine massacre. Another event that I know so well, as if it happened yesterday. And all of my classmates knew that THAT event would be the last. How could it not…?

I studied the idea of running for President in 2017 to make sure I “crossed my T’s and dotted my I’s” in the event that no one could talk me out of running. By the end of January 2018, I found more reasons to run than to not. Then Valentine’s Day came.

The inspiring stories coming from MSD High School drove me to tears. How could I not speak up when these children dared speak truth to power? Though not incapable, they would need advice and support from elders if they were to be successful. And Laws would need to be discussed and implemented, but…

During the days that followed, a Senator on one of the morning talk shows reminded us why legislation was not introduced- The Hastert Rule. The “Majority of the Majority” rule in the House of Representatives. If these kids were not aware of this, then they should be. It is the reason for many of our seemingly unsolvable issues.

So I acted. The ideology of control through fear and intimidation used by sexual predators, criminals, bullies, and liars is being used against us. People need to know…

But here I sit. Alone in my confidence? Or alone in my ignorance and arrogance? I don’t seem to be able to find any counsel on this matter. I am the “Cheese”. I stand alone.

Taking a stand on an issue as horrible as this, it is a good and decent position to base a political campaign upon. And I cannot find a supporter who agrees. What does that say about me? My abilities to communicate? My ability to judge right from wrong? My ability to “see” where I can act, and where I should act.

Stand for something or else fall for anything.

Is this the “Hill I want to die upon?” So far in this battle, it is the most clear-cut fight in the whole war. No other position I have taken is clearer, or supported by so many people, yet they do not know the answer. I DO.

…and so does Paul Ryan.

We all have self doubt sometimes. We all have to “dial in the crazy” from time to time. The lines between what is possible and what should be need to be redrawn. I am attempting to change THE WORLD, alone, with a computer and a bucket full of ideas.

Where does motivation end, and insanity begin?

… so here I sit.

YouTube video uploaded

I think it turned out VERY well. I hope you agree.

Busy morning! Kids made it to school, three stores to hit today. Grocery getter extraordinaire! And its raining, so traffic sucks. Mondays are fun.

I’m going to attempt a daily post here and, hopefully soon, start a livestream each day on Twitch.tv/mrcharbonneau. I need to assess my livestreaming tools to see what I can or cannot do. I don’t have much cash available for cameras and mics, so I’ll see how this laptop camera looks. BUT, that will be another day.

Be sure to check out my GoFundMe and Patreon. I’ll keep going if there’s an appetite for an independent, funded by THE PEOPLE, to change the ELECTION SYSTEM. That’s the question, how to pay for this. I’m a stay-at-home-father of two with a wife who is a PICU nurse. (Pediatric Intensive Care Unit… actually CRRT nurse. She specializes in hearts and circulatory… but anyway) I am pretty much doing this on my own as a SECOND JOB.

A second job that I don’t want right now. Don’t have the funding for. Will, in essence, be DOING FOR FREE. Will have a 1:1,000,000 chance of success. And will be the most EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY trying thing I’ve ever done. In 2016 I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. I’ve been learning how to diabetes for a couple years now, and for the last 365 days I’ve been successful at not dying! Last year in March I caught an atypical pneumonia, my blood sugar was over 500 and was in the hospital for three days.

It was the best thing that could have happened to me. Seriously. It got me to focus for three days on what I needed to do. Scary, yes. The family was scared, too. Pneumonia sounds horrible! No fun at all.

But, just another reason to change this country for the better. Having a terminal illness sharpens the mind, forces one to ensure priorities are in order. I’m only 39, but I know how I will likely die- “complications due to T1 diabetes”.

…that or “random bus”. Details. whatever.

Keep your head UP!!